Chapter 879: Chapter 209: Not [Alliance Hierarch Xing’er Feng Wishes Everyone a Happy New Year!]
"Contacted. We’ve never cut off communication with Yemo."
Ling Kong always responded instantly to Yan Beihan’s messages.
"How’s it going?"
"Everything is normal on Yemo’s side, just occasionally when we send him messages, he often takes a while to respond. But he’s in the subordinate sect, needing to constantly perform tasks, which makes sense."
"His true face, did you ask about it?"
"This should be a confidential part of Yemo’s identity, so I haven’t asked."
Ling Kong said, "However, regardless of what Yemo looks like, it doesn’t matter to us. No matter his appearance, he remains Yemo and won’t change into someone else."
Yan Beihan’s lips twitched.
What you said makes so much sense, I have no words to counter.
Frustrated, he put away the Communication Jade, started to get angry.
Angry at Yan Nan.
Grandfather clearly knows everything about Yemo, yet he won’t tell me.
Does it seem like I’m someone who easily leaks information, Yan Beihan?
Just at this moment...
Two people checked into the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
One with a full beard, the other a young scholar.
In the Heavenly Palace suite.
The Deity of the Sun’s complexion changed drastically.
"What’s wrong?" the Deity of the Moon quickly asked.
"The two people I arranged have arrived."
The Deity of the Sun furrowed his brows tightly.
"Who are they?"
"One is a Guardian, the other is a minion from a Wei Wo Zheng Sect’s subordinate sect..."
The Deity of the Sun swiftly flew out: "Cannot let them in, otherwise... it would be disastrous."
In a flash, the Deity of the Sun disappeared from the suite.
The Deity of the Moon tightly knit his brows.
This whole affair...
Customarily, it was handled this way; just randomly send two people inside, letting them perish silently within.
No harm to the overall situation.
But now, Guardians are present, and Wei Wo Zheng Sect has Feng Yun inside.
Thus, Heavenly Palace’s plans will inevitably be exposed. Once exposed, it will be discovered: Oh, so for years you’ve been killing our people without letting us know!
This is difficult to explain.
If these two major forces become angry, then trouble is huge.
The Deity of the Sun arrived at the first-floor lobby, seeing two people honestly registering.
"You two, follow me..."
The Deity of the Sun waved his large sleeve, wrapping the two up, quickly leaving the Four Seas and Eight Desolate Tower.
On the eighth floor.
Feng Yi’s silhouette flickered and vanished like a breeze.
In a grove.
The Deity of the Sun descended, waved his hand, silently creating a large pit under a tree.
The earth silently turned over.
With another wave, he gently placed the two lifeless bodies into the pit, then waved his sleeve again, the churned-up soil silently rolled into the pit.
As long as he leaves after covering the soil, then the matter will remain silent, unknown by anyone.
However... as the soil rose and rolled down...
It suddenly froze mid-air.
Below the pit, void in the middle, a layer of earth above.
Solidified.
The Deity of the Sun frowned. Turned abruptly, his gaze electric: "Who?"
"Me!"
A figure descended like a breeze, hands behind his back, a calm face, eyes indifferently gazing at the two in the pit, said slowly: "So, this is how Heavenly Palace has been handling matters all these years."
He chuckled lightly and said: "These two, one from Wei Wo Zheng Sect? One from Guardian? Representing each side’s fortune, right? Suddenly, you don’t need them? Just kill them?"
Discovered!
The Deity of the Sun’s first reaction was to eliminate the witness.
He took a deep breath, suddenly his body began to glow in layers of radiant light, with Sun True Fire concentrating constantly.
Rising continuously.
His eyes quickly turned golden.
His sleeve shook.
Golden hand revealed, said: "Brother Feng, bad timing for your arrival."
Feng Yi looked disdainfully at the Deity of the Sun, calmly said: "Do you dare attack?"
The Deity of the Sun was taken aback.
"You want to silence me? Silence my voice?"
Feng Yi looked at the Deity of the Sun as if he were gazing at a fool: "Here?"
The Deity of the Sun squinted his eyes: "What do you want to do?"
Feng Yi said calmly: "Let me tell you two things. First, this matter, I’ve already sent word back. The news can’t be blocked by you. Second, to truly act and silence me, you’re also unable to achieve."
The Deity of the Sun’s mind shifted, returning to clarity, and felt a wave of helplessness rising in his heart, sighing in frustration: "Wei Wo Zheng Sect does indeed produce many talents."
Feng Yi said calmly: "It’s your Heavenly Palace that’s too greedy! Acting too independently! Deity of the Sun, eating alone has never ended well in history!"
The Deity of the Sun sneered coldly: "It’s just a matter of interests, what do you propose? Or rather, what does your Wei Wo Zheng Sect intend to do?"
Feng Yi pointed to the two in the dirt pit, saying calmly: "I don’t care how many Guardians die, but when our Wei Wo Zheng Sect people die, there needs to be an explanation."
The Deity of the Sun’s pupils contracted slightly, speaking calmly: "It’s merely lower-level minions. Feng Yi, is it necessary to make such a big fuss?"
Feng Yi said calmly: "Lower-level minions yes, their lives aren’t worth much yes, but if even a single Wei Wo Zheng Sect chicken is killed like this, a price must be paid!"
"You insist on compensation?" inquired the Deity of the Sun.
"Compensation is mandatory!" Feng Yi sneered, "And those people who died in so many previous periods also require compensation!"
"What if I don’t compensate?" The Deity of the Sun took a deep breath.
Being cornered like this was extremely frustrating.
"If your Heavenly Palace doesn’t compensate..."
Feng Yi pointed at the bodies in the pit, revealing a malicious smile: "Then I’ll inform the Guardians, and together our two factions will seek compensation from you."
"..."
The Deity of the Sun held his breath, nearly coughing, finally regaining composure: "Okay, tell me. How should I compensate?"
"This matter is not up to me."
Feng Yi said calmly: "This must be decided by our young master."
The Deity of the Sun took a deep breath, his eyes glinting, saying: "With your cultivation, Feng Yi, though the world is vast, you could go anywhere. Why do you willingly serve as someone else’s lackey?"
Feng Yi rolled his eyes, gazing at the Deity of the Sun for a long time before saying calmly: "Do you think you, the Deity of the Sun, are so clever? Aren’t you serving the Heavenly Palace as a lackey too? Serving Emperor Ziwei as a lackey? Do you think having a title like Deity of the Sun truly makes you the blazing sun in the sky?"
"How ridiculous!"
Feng Yi laughed heartily, "Since I’m a lackey, I do so openly, at least unlike you who try to embellish, pretending you’re running an officialdom..."
The Deity of the Sun couldn’t hold back anymore: "Since the matter requires Mr. Feng to settle, let me now experience the excellence of the top-ranked lackey from the Feng Family!"
"No need for courtesy, let me experience the quality of Emperor Ziwei’s lackey!"
Feng Yi sneered.
The next moment, golden light flashed, dark mist spread, suddenly colliding silently.
Two figures instantly transformed into hundreds and thousands, trading blows fiercely in this small space.
However, even the fragile blades of grass beside them didn’t sway in the slightest.
...
Long after.
Feng Yun was contemplating the intricacies of the next chess move, as a clear wind blew through the window, and Feng Yi had already gracefully entered.
"That Deity of the Sun, how is his cultivation?"
Feng Yun asked without looking up.
Feng Yi replied respectfully: "Reporting to young master, the Deity of the Sun and I only engaged in a casual battle, neither side went all out, it was barely a draw. Both sides still have cards not yet played."
Feng Yun chuckled lightly, nodding, saying: "Feng Yi, though we bear the titles of master and servant, you know I have never truly treated you all as mere servants. When we’re together privately, you don’t need to be so formal."
"Rules are rules."
Feng Yi insisted: "Privately, if rules are disregarded, then they might be disregarded anytime. Young master, rules mustn’t be ignored."
Feng Yun sighed, "You, oh you."
Then he pondered aloud: "Deity of the Sun... he’s that strong? In your view, if both of you fought with all your might, who would emerge stronger or weaker?"
Feng Yi considered for a moment, then said: "I would die, he... should be heavily injured."
Feng Yun promptly asked: "Is it possible to take each other down?"
"Probably not." Feng Yi answered cautiously. He knew his young master was gauging the overall combat power of both sides, not merely their personal martial prowess. Therefore, he had to provide the most accurate answer.
Feng Yun’s expression turned serious.
"The Heavenly Palace is indeed very powerful."
He held a chess piece in his hand but didn’t place it, instead contemplating: "Feng Yi, you and your kin are left by the ancestors, unlike the other numbered ones. After accumulating for so many years, you’re still not a match for the Deity of the Sun?"
"Then the power of the Heavenly Palace must be recalculated. Because the Deity of the Sun is merely under Emperor Ziwei’s command, and there are six others like Emperor Ziwei in the Heavenly Palace. A total of seven, with Emperor Ziwei ranked third. In other words... the Heavenly Palace has at least thirty to forty experts like the Deity of the Sun. My calculation is correct, right?"
Feng Yun whispered.
"There should be more."
Feng Yidao: "After all, there are other independent positions or something. But no more than a hundred."
"That’s absolutely impossible." Feng Yun smiled, saying: "But calculating this way, the combat strength of the Heavenly Palace is still quite intimidating."
Feng Yi said with restraint: "Indeed, since we don’t even know when the Heavenly Palace began to exist. Ever since we became aware of them, they’ve been this powerful and have never revealed themselves. In other words, the Heavenly Palace... might actually have a history longer than our Wei Wo Zheng Sect."
Feng Yun nodded: "This statement is undoubtedly true."
Then he sighed gently: "A formidable enemy indeed."
A look of worry emerged on his brow as he murmured, "Heavenly Palace, Heavenly Palace..."
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